How I Met my Jerk Buddy, and Our First Adventure

I met my friend, Frank, at a men's group bible study at my church.  He just turned up on day and we welcomed him to the group.  We live in a country town on the NSW (Australia) coast; he and his wife had only recently moved here and he was looking for a church and a new circle of friends.  Over the next few weeks I could see that he is a very quiet man but he still contributed to the discussion.  After the study one day I invited him to have a coffee with me at a local café.  He was keen to do so and we met up a few days later.

In the course of our conversation he seemed a bit concerned about something I said, and he told me he was sinful.  I read between the lines and sensed that he was talking about masturbation and was troubled about it.  Knowing him to be a shy kind of guy I knew he wouldn't volunteer any information about his problem so I took a chance and told him I masturbate.  His response was immediate and one of great relief, and he told me he does too.  He said he feels guilty but doesn't want to stop.  So we talked about it and met for coffee a few times, and the topic of our conversations has been mostly about masturbation ever since.

One day I took a selfie of my stiffy and sent it to him.  I was a bit nervous about how he'd respond because we'd only chatted a few times and this was quite a step along from that; and besides, I'd never done this before.  But he soon replied and was delighted that I'd sent it to him, and he said he liked it.  

At our next coffee date I told him that I sometimes fantasize about starting a masturbation club for old guys (he was about 80 and I was 72), because I'd been looking online for one in our region but I only found one; and it was age-limited to 50 years old max.  I said I'd limit the age to minimum 60 years and would try and get Christian old guys, but wouldn't restrict it to Christians because all guys - especially us old ones - still need and want action.  Somehow we become invisible when we get grey hair, but the animal within still wants to be fed.  We all love playing with our dicks as most of us have wives who are no longer interested in sex, and refuse us.  So I said a club such as I envisaged would attract a few blokes, for sure.

He liked the idea but was a bit worried about masturbating with a group and would prefer one-on-one.  So I asked him if he'd like to do it with me.  He readily agreed and we set a date for it.  During this whole discussion we had stiffies as it was exciting for us to be talking like this.  I told him I had a jerk buddy when I was younger but shortly after I turned 21 I had what Christians call a "born again experience", so I told him (my jerk buddy) that I wouldn't be doing it anymore. But I never forgot those good times and always wished I could  do it again.  And now, here was Frank, just as keen as I was for us to have a similar arrangement.

We left the café, and when he was unlocking the car door, I approached him and said, "I've always wanted to do this to someone", and I groped his cock as he stood there.  He was caught by surprise but didn't resist.  We then got into the car and drove away.  But my grope had had an electric effect on him and once we were out of the shopping centre car park and in the street, he suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road just in front of some houses and leaned over and groped me.  He was really excited; nothing like this had happened to him before.  I loved his response.  When we arrived at my place he pulled in a bit further from the gate and leaned over and groped me again, playing with my cock through my shorts.  And, of course, I responded to him the same way.

The day for our time together arrived and he picked me up at my residence.  He said he knew of a secluded place by the river where he sometimes went to masturbate.  As we drove there I reached across and started playing with his dick and I could feel his stiffy.  I was so excited and couldn't believe that I was actually doing this and that we were really going to masturbate together.  

We arrived at our location and he parked the car so that it faced the river, which was only metres away.  It is an idyllic spot and ideal for what we wanted to do.  I pulled my shorts and undies off and started stroking my cock, and he followed suit.  Before long I reached across and started stroking his cock - this was the first time I'd touched one since I became a Christian.  "I've actually got my hand around a guy's cock", I thought - this is fantastic!

He likewise took hold of mine and said he'd been dying to hold it ever since he saw my selfie.  It was so nice sitting there in the car, looking across the river, and stroking each other's cocks.  We decided to move to the back seat so we'd have more room to move.  He took hold of me again and stroked me ever so gently but with enough pressure to send the most delightful tingles throughout my entire groin.  He got down on his knees in front of me and, with his face close to my dick, he stroked in a way I've never been handled before.  He seemed enthralled by it and was in his own headspace as he focused on it.  It was fascinating to watch him fondling me with such affection, and the feelings through my dick and down through my balls were sensational.

While he was in this position though, I couldn't reach his, so after a little while I got him to sit back on the seat so I play with his stiffy.  For a long time it had been my desire to suck a cock but I've never had the opportunity; and now, right before me, was my perfect moment.  I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth.  It was really nice - and so erotic!  I'd forgotten what it tasted like so I didn't know what to expect, but I wasn't disappointed.  It didn't taste much different to any other part of the body would and I was a bit surprised as I'd imagined it would taste more unique.  But it's not necessarily the taste that makes it so desirable and hot and erotic - there is that, of course - it's the fact that I have a cock in my mouth.  A living, fleshly, stiff penis.  And that's just what I wanted.  As I closed my mouth over it and my tongue wrapped around it, I could smell his male sex - it was quite pleasant and added to the raging erotic feelings I had already.  I pulled his foreskin back and swirled my tongue around his knob, my nose among his sweetly scented pubic hairs.  I bobbed up and down, up and down, taking it as deep down my throat as I could.  I did everything I could to make it as enjoyable for him as it was for me.  And I wanted it to go on forever.

After a while I took my face off his stiffy.  But I shouldn't have - it was totally the wrong time!  As soon as I did I saw the jizz rising to the top of his dick - the hole of his penis had turned white as the jizz rose up just before it shot out into the ether.  I quickly put my mouth back over him because I didn't want to stop the stimulation that had brought him this far; and I didn't want to lose any more of his cum - I'd waited too long for this opportunity to miss out at the last moments.  I managed to catch the rest of it as I sucked and bobbed, hoping he would enjoy it as much as possible.  Unfortunately old guys don't seem to ejaculate as much as when they were young so, having missed that first spurt, I didn't get as much cum as I would have liked.  When the spasms stopped I swallowed it all.  It was a moment of great satisfaction and pleasure for me, the fulfilment of a long held desire.

However, once Frank had cum, he put his shorts back on, got out of his car, and waited for me to finish myself off.  I understand why he did this because after ejaculation, a man often loses every shred of sexual desire and the thought of it can even be repulsive to him briefly.  I've heard this brief period referred to as "the little death".  But I wasn't expecting this of Frank because he'd been married for decades; I thought he would have been more considerate.  He paced slowly around the car as I stroked myself but the moment for me had gone.  I was a bit annoyed and let down that he'd just left me to myself, so I stopped and got dressed. 

We drove back to town but I didn't say anything to him about it.  I understood and knew that it was common, and I didn't want to be annoyed after we'd had such a great time together.  I also felt a lot closer to Frank now after our intimacy - I guess that's what one calls "male bonding"?

When we got back to town we went to a café and chatted.  I was still on a high - I still had the taste of his cum at the back of my throat and the feeling of the scent of his pubic region was still clinging to my nostrils - it was nice that they were still alive to me even though the action was over.

And Frank later apologised to me for leaving me high and dry; and he made it up to me on later occasions.  I can't wait to write about them, too.  We've since dubbed our activities "River Café".